DAVID AND GOLIATH by Christopher Overfelt
DAVID AND GOLIATHby Christopher Overfelt
Tangent ParallelFrancis sits in a coffee shop. It might be a coffee shop. It might be someone’s home. It is spacious. It sits in the corner of a building with...
UNCLE by Amanda Gamache
UNCLEby Amanda Gamache-Mitchell
I realized he knew he was dying by the look in his eyes, by the tone in his voice, as he began to tell me about his experiences in World War II....
THE EULOGY by Christopher Cooper
THE EULOGYby Christopher Cooper
The day after I sold my novel was my father’s funeral. And while I should have been looking forward to promoting my book, all I could think about were the numerous...
I LIVE IN THE CEMETERY by Faye Reddecliff
I LIVE IN THE CEMETERYby Faye Reddecliff
Cemeteries are not scary at night. At least the dead are not what’s scary. They’re peaceful -- the vandals and drunks, now that’s something else.I know because I...
THAT GIRL, SHE SLEEPS IN THE CLOSET by Jessica Milam
THAT GIRL, SHE SLEEPS IN THE CLOSETby Jessica Milam
Joanna tore open the eviction notice taped to the front door of their apartment, caught her breath, then promised Noah they’d be fine. He pretended to...
THE BEST COMPANY by Ezra Brooks-Planck
THE BEST COMPANYBy Ezra Brooks-Planck
The man blinked. He looked around him. There was nothing. He stood in a vast emptiness. There was no light and no dark. All he knew was that he was...
BASIL THE GREEK by Mark Halpern
BASIL THE GREEKBy Mark Halpern
I’d prepared meticulously – beyond any possible need – and waited at the little Starbucks tucked behind the escalator that carries dark-suited bankers and whatnot up from the station. A...
LOVE(D) by Sasha Chinnaya
LOVE(D)by Sasha Chinnaya
Night. A stack of blank pages intimidates me. A few empty containers once filled with coffee form a wall on my temporary desk. My mind searches for answers wrapped in a pretty...
CUTTHROAT GAP by Larry Rose
CUTTHROAT GAPBy Larry Rose
THE RANCHER CREAKED BACKWARDS on his porch rocking chair. His hand shook from age, perhaps, as he pointed out to the box valley in front of us. His face was drawn,...
THE PLEASURE OF SPRING AND OTHER STORIES by Leonard Klossner
THE PLEASURE OF SPRING AND OTHER STORIESby Leonard Klossner
The Pleasure of Spring
One wades through currents of prose like one knee-high in the shallows of a stream whose waters flow like whispers in the wind,...